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Guys
Morning to night
Refuse to take a look
Even with the lupine bushes in our hair
And the occasional slap you give me on the butt
We should take to a room and fall asleep
Or wrap our arms around old men drunk
Already fast asleep on the City’s benches
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If there is a bird in anybody’s pants
It’s lost its beak.

33.

Why not you, Eleanor,
Fresh oysters, ready to shuck.

38.

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Chill me

52.

Shameless, I embrace the tree
Thick woven, fuzzy, red bark.

53.
thorns in their palms, graceless, torn
I have turned her away

54.

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Up from hell with a tiny black purse
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55.

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Wisteria breathes
Against my face
You will come my way
One breath at a time.
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56.

What city boy knocks you on your ass
His buckle half way down to his knees
Sure that your dress will rise higher
Than your knees?